Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Night Haiku

Welcome to the December issue of brass bell: a haiku journal. This month's theme is night.

Contributors come from Argentina, Australia, Brazil, Bulgaria, Canada, Croatia, Denmark, England, France, Ghana, India, Ireland, Japan, Nigeria, Poland, Romania, Scotland, Switzerland, Tunisia, Ukraine, and the United States

moonlight absorbing fireflies
- Adjei Agyei-Baah

bunk beds —
the moon shifts silently
to the upper lake
- Ajaya Mahala

night walking
the shrieking baby
a fly in his ear
- Alan Bern

in the outdoor sculpture garden carved hands posed to cradle night 
- Alan Catlin

sleeping rough
I make more room
for the Milky Way
- Alan Summers

each page of
Tender is the Night
a sleepless night
- Ali Znaidi

unable to sleep
I amble through the garden —
night blooming cestrum
- Amauri Solon

night time —
even the clock
stops ticking
- Ana Drobot

long night
reading another book
about insomnia
- Anna Goluba

remote home —
more and more gloomy
the new moon
- Anna Mazurkiewicz

sailing with my paper boats a moonbow
- Archana Kapoor Nagpal

rolling blackout
these stars!
- ayaz daryl nielsen

new year's eve
turning the corner
I see where I've been
- Barbara Tate

sleepless night . . .
the silence
between my breaths
- Bill Waters

lifts her long black skirt
steps into dawn
- C. Robin Janning

so much 
to say
full moon
- Caroline Skanne

moon shadow puppets
her round womb like a balloon
under the sheets
- Catherine Rigutto

midnight bus shelter
the lullaby
of spring rain
- Chen-ou Liu

night fog
I lose my bearings
standing still
- Dave Read

alone with his dog
and his thoughts
- David J. Kelly

moonlit lake
I brush the silver
from your hair
- Debbie Strange

night blooming jasmine
uncomfortable memories
of us
- Deborah P Kolodji

the silence that divides us
sleepless night
- Devin Harrison

night train
letting a tse-tse fly go
through the window
- Emmanuel Jessie Kalusian

2 a.m.
I grip the murder mystery
a little tighter
- Ferris Gilli

moonless night only the echo shows the way
- Gergana Yaninska

wind chimes in the night
a Bedouin caravan
entering my dream
- Jack Goldman

wheeze of night ice
on the windshield 
broken defroster
- Jan Benson

still hissing into the night raging bushfire
- Jayashree Maniyil

the pastels 
of a desert evening . . .
a warbler's song
- Jo Balistreri

that last night
he looked back
I waved
- Joan Corr

what discus player
threw a tangerine moon on
top of Main Street?
- Joan McNerney

plows through a village
- Joann Grisetti

sorting buttons
for Grandma
starry night . . .
- Joanna M. Weston

first night alone
rocking back and forth
the clock ticks
- Karen O'Leary

night breeze
the faint scent 
of an unseen lilac
- Kat Lehmann

five languages
at 90 she talks in her sleep
to each child
- Kath Abela Wilson

one night, many stars
one woman, many stories
see how matched we are
- Katya Sabaroff Taylor

night of an eclipse . . .
the scribbling in my diary
means nothing
- kris moon

old barn
through the hole in the roof
the Big Dipper
- Krzysztof Kokot

crescent moon
rocking a boat
in mid-sea
- Kumarendra Mallick

rural highway
our eyes
watching for eyes
- Lance Robertson

blue night another last time to cry
- Lovette Carter

coffee stains 
from that night
you didn't die
- Margaret Jones

so lonely —
even the moon
is not with me
- Maria Tirenescu

white pines
the night humming
of giraffes
- Marianne Paul

quarter moon the milk boils over
- Mark E. Brager

hazy moon
a snowflake thaws
between our lips
- Marta Chocilowska

deep into the night
little owl and I 
contemplate the universe
- Marty Blue Waters

between two
decrepit buildings —
poplar in late evening light
- Nicholas Klacsanzky

black sky —
caught in the electric wires
a captive star
- Nicole Pottier

under a full moon
a couple strides over dry leaves
in search of the dark
- Nina Kovačić

owl song
a moonbeam glides
through the pine trees
- Olivier Schopfer

missing you . . .
this moon abandons
the night
- Pat Geyer

restless night
I count
haiku syllables
- philip d noble

dripping city after dusk —
the interplay
of mist and light
- Phoebe Lakin

on the brick wall
moonlight hangs
lace curtains
- Phyllis Lee

potholes —
a frog jumps into
the scary night
- Pravat Kumar Padhy

unfolding darkness
the chill of the pillow
next to mine
- Rachel Sutcliffe

the moon 
setting early
sleepy seeds
- Robin White

her pearl necklace twinkles
from afar
- Rosa Clement

no end
to this empty road
but the moon waits there
- Sandi Pray

counting sheep backwards on loop
- Shloka Shankar

see what the moon makes
of wanderers
- Simon Hanson

midsummer night —
you pick pine needles
out of my hair
- Sondra J. Byrnes

some nights it is just
easier to sleep with my
mute hypocrisy
- Stacey Crawford-Murphy

walking at sunset
a lightning bug lands
upon my T-shirt
- Stephen Page

evening star
snowflakes cling
to the screen door
- Theresa A. Cancro

a plank swing sways
in night wind on rusty hooks
- Tricia Knoll

raindrops through golden leaves a moon lake
- Vibeke Laier

stars closer to the graves silent cicadas
- Virginia Popescu

starlit night . . .
our monosyllables
- Yesha Shah

why do you follow me tonight?
I am lost
- Zee Zahava

Sunday, November 1, 2015

Morning Haiku

Welcome to the November issue of brass bell: a haiku journal. This month's theme is morning

Contributors come from Argentina, Australia, Brazil, Bulgaria, Canada, Croatia, Denmark, England, France, Germany, Ghana, India, Ireland, New Zealand, Nigeria, Oman, Poland, Romania, Scotland, Tunisia, and The United States

an early bird
at the tail of a late worm
first light
- Adjei Agyei-Baah

huge bright morning moon
after last night's lunar eclipse —
let us speak again
- Alan Bern

a tourist thing, pants rolled, walking barefoot in the morning sea
- Alan Catlin

book of birdsong
the compartments
in my body
- Alan Summers

morning . . .
the same pain
repeats itself
- Ali Znaidi

morning . . .
the basil plant
already worshiped
- Ajaya Mahala

reflections in the placid lake —
behind my narcissistic self
the sun rises
- Amauri Solon

morning —
one dry leaf
gets off the bus
- Ana Drobot

November morning —
the cemetery gate
- Anna Goluba

plum season
all of a sudden
shorter mornings
- Anne Burgevin

traffic jam
I turn up the volume
of morning report
- Anne Curran

my green antennae
waving good morning in the air
and your green antennae, too!
- ayaz daryl nielsen

chilly dawn my loneliness turns to chickadees
- Barbara Kaufmann

morning sun
remembering what should be
- Barbara Tate

walking to school
cowbird egg
now a child's gift
- Ben Mitchell

leaves and rain
fall together
this dim autumn morning
- Bill Waters

drinking morning dew from
a fallen pear
- Bozena Zernec

carried in a blackbird's beak the rising sun
- Caroline Skanne

wild dance
the day begins
with porridge
- Chandler Hennessy Scott-Smith

morning yoga —
in my cupped hands
the floating sun
- Charishma Navneet Gupta

breezy morning
the scent of steamed buns
ends meditation
- Chen-ou Liu

first light
a fuzzy head pops out
of a nest
- Christine L. Villa

first snow
a young dog entertains
the morning
- D. V. Rozic

a gust 
through the windsock
morning chill
- Dave Read

pre-dawn power cut
the unfailing fanfare
of sunrise
- David J. Kelly

sunrise sunflower heads dangling a charm of finches
- Debbie Strange

the distance from bed
on Sunday morning
- Devin Harrison

frosty morning
i write my wish on
the window
- Emmanuel Jessie Kalusian

the morning's promise:
every day is new
every day is the same
- Frank Robinson

the taste of the morning blackberry smile in the yard
- Gergana Yaninska

I wash my morning bowl over last night's dishes
- Glenn Ingersoll

on a streetlamp
morning light
- Helen Buckingham

when i was a boy
the hens in our backyard
quizzed me before school
- Jack Goldman

Terlingua dawn
a muster of tumbleweeds
laces the horizon
- Jan Benson

I share my prayer
with a late cricket
- Janina Kowal

at dawn . . .
white with wings
- Jo Balistreri

sunrise duet
a sparrow's song
the whistling kettle
- Joan Corr

listening to a soft symphony of morning raindrops
- Joan McNerney

tension in the air
will it rain or snow
this autumn morning
- Joann Grisetti

his cap and stick
in the cupboard  . . .
her morning walk­­
- Joanna M. Weston

central farm time
milking the cows before
the cock crows
- Karen O'Leary

one lifelong rival —
my shadow — appears at sunrise
frost lingers
- Karla Linn Merrifield

my alarm wild parrots
- Katha Abela Wilson

how many flowers
can i count as i wander
in morning garden
- Katya Sabaroff Taylor

veil of darkness
the sun rises
in every lotus
- Kumarendra Mallick

ceiling watching before the alarm
- Lance Robertson

refugees across the village
rooster on the fence
wakes us all
- Lavana Kray

pumpkin pie for breakfast November morning
- Linda Keeler

of a night of weeping —
morning dew
- Lolly Williams

morning delay
the train blows
a trail of dew
- Lovette Carter

loud knocking wakes me —
woodpecker learning he can't
eat vinyl siding
- Margaret Fisher Squires

knocking at
the ant hill
- Marinko Kovačević

morning light
hand in hand
we test the pond ice
- Mark E. Brager

morning lake
a bather turns her back
to the swan
- Marta Chocilowska

the moon's face
fading into cloud
morning wind
- Maureen Sudlow
at first light the blue bird flies away taking my dream
- Nicole Pottier

misty morning
one lantern 
still on
- Nina Kovačić

morning storm —
the garden Buddha
becomes a snowman
- Pamela A. Babusci

first light . . .
the delicate pink
of a periwinkle
- Paresh Tiwari

damp pillow . . .
dogged by these
morning blues
- Pat Geyer

marshmallow kisses
and sun in the little cup—
breakfast for two
- Petruta Ionescu

out of business
the merry-go-round
takes in sunrise
- Phyllis Lee

early morning
sun under the pigeon's wings
comes and goes and comes
- philip d noble

first catch
the rising sun
in the old man's net
- Rachel Sutcliffe

day moon beyond the fog my childhood forest
-Ramona Linke

twisting glory
morning glory 
- Robert Henry Poulin

almost morning
the hummingbird returns
to its fake flower
- Rosa Clement

I, too,
woke up late —
wild violets
- Sanjuktaa Asopa

breakfast at dawn apricot sky
- Simon Hanson

morning tea
she runs her finger
around the pacific rim
- Sondra J. Byrnes

sleepy toddler
on his mother's shoulder
catching morning train
- Stefica Vanjek

opening the shades
to let the morning light in —
two sparrows staring
- Stephen Page

summer morning —
a rooster struts past
the weathervane's shadow
- Theresa A. Cancro

not a hint of cloud
in the morning sky . . .
silent sunrise
- Tim Gardiner

spider morning mandala sparkles on my clothesline
- Tina Wright

morning by the sea —
washing my shaving brush
in the waves
- Tomislav Maretić

simple truth 
of a rainy dawn
missing her
- Tricia Knoll

morning splash
a single duckling
longing for company
- Vibeke Laier

morning miracle
touch a flower
another one flourishes
- Victoria Fatu Nalatiu

trembling dawnlight —
a spider moves its web
nearer to the fireplace
- Virginia Posescu

why create new rituals?
each morning
we open our eyes
- Zee Zahava

in search of mushrooms —
in the morning fog
cyclamens only
- Zlata Bogovic